Chizuru Honsho landed with a thud on her bottom after falling several feet onto the hand ground beneath her. Standing up, she dusted herself off and tried to get her bearings. From the looks of things, she was in some sort of port village, but not like any she had ever seen. In fact, it looked like something she had seen in a world history textbook. Her interest was piqued, so the red-haired young woman made her way into the village to hopefully find out where she was and how to get home.

Whatever hope she had of finding such help quickly evaporated however upon further inspection of her surroundings. As she wandered through the seaside town, nothing about the area seemed familiar even in a historical context. She was fairly sure she wasn't in the Caribbean, as everything besides the most superficial of aspects was completely different from what she had seen in her world history textbooks. Everything was just a little…off. For example, everyone was speaking Japanese despite seemingly being in a region analogous to Latin America.

When she asked where she was, the street vendor she had asked told her she was in a port town on one of many Islands dotting a stretch of sea people call the Grand Line. None of this sounded familiar to Chizuru and it was at this point she began to panic. It was becoming increasingly clear she wasn't in the world she grew up in, and in fact seemed to be in a whole new world entirely just like the Isekai manga she used to read. Given the method through which she appeared here, this theory was becoming all the more plausible in her mind.

The redheaded teen was just about to start freaking out when her eyes were drawn away from her surroundings and were locked in on what had to be the two most beautiful women Chizuru had ever seen. Now, one thing you need to know about Chizuru is that she was a lesbian and a perverted one at that. Beautiful women were like her kryptonite and when one caught her eye they would become her soul focus until she was forced to pay attention to someone or something else. Her friend Orihime Inoue had often been the target of her perverted lust, but Chizuru's other friends were often there to keep her worst impulses in check. But now she was faced with two women who rivaled if not outshone Orihime in the looks department and was all alone to indulge all her dirty desires.

The two women walked pasted her, chatting away and not paying her even the slightest attention. As they walked past, Chiruzu soaked in every inch of their appearance and committed it to memory. Both were tall, busty women with hourglass figures but that's where the similarities ended. One had dark hair and bright blue eyes, a cropped leather vest that showed a tonne of cleavage and navel, a salmon beach skirt and red high-heel pumps, and finally a set of tinted summer glasses atop her head. The other had long ginger hair that reminded Chizuru of Orihime and dark brown eyes. She had a tattoo on her left arm and wore little more than a red bikini bra with a star pattern on one breast and block design on the other, and finally a pair of tight blue jeans and sandals.

The redheaded teen was absolutely engrossed by both of them but was lusting after the ginger-haired woman in particular. Her perverted nature took control in an instant, Chizuru forgot about her worries and followed after the two down the street. She made sure not to get too close, she didn't want them to know she was following them. As they walked through the streets, chatting idly and paying little attention to the world around them Chizuru made sure to keep them in sight until eventually they reached the edge of the town. In time, they found themselves at the town's port where several ships were docked at various stages of loading and unloading.

The two women made their way onto a particular ship that looked like it was in the late stages of getting ready to depart. When they reached the deck, the two women said their goodbyes and parted ways as Chizuru watched on from the edge of the nearest street corner. No longer caring that she was in an unfamiliar world with no sure way of getting home, the redheaded teen began to formulate her plan regarding how she was going to get to these girls and show them just who she was and just how much she lusted for them. Eventually, lightning struck her brain and with a wide, shit-eating grin she marched towards the ship and began to climb on board.

Sometime later, the ginger woman, a pirate by the name of Nami, was sitting in the ship's library looking over maps and reading through books as she plotted the next place for her and the Straw Hat Pirates to go. It was her job after all, and had been since she became one of the crew's first members years ago. She loved her job and she loved her crewmates, but sometimes she found nothing more delightful than to simply hide in the library and do her job in peace without her frankly goofy little family she had cultivated disturbing her. The rest of the crew seldom came in here, very few of them having even close to a similar skillset to her.

It was to her great surprise then that on this particular occasion, she couldn't quite get comfortable in the library like she normally would. No matter how hard she tried, Nami couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She had turned around to see if anyone was there multiple times, yet had found herself alone in the library as she expected. Doing so again for what felt like the hundredth time, the young woman sighed to herself and turned back to face the map she was looking at. She felt like she was being silly, there was nowhere in all the known world she felt safer than on the Thousand Sunny and she wasn't going to allow a sudden onset of paranoia to change that.

[Go to my profile and head to Hentai Foundry, Archive of our Own or Questionable Questing for the full, non-SFW version.]